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Billie Messer—”
    â€œI’m talking to the ranking detective, Ryder. In this office you wait your turn.”
    I felt my face flush with anger and my fists ball involuntarily. Squill said, “I’ll try again. What’s happening on the Nelson case?”
    Harry looked at me, rolled his eyes, and addressed the back of Squill’s head.
    â€œWe talked with his aunt, Billie Messer, plus some other folks. They confirm the lowlife lifestyle indicated on Nelson’s rap sheet. He used people. We interviewed a former girlfriend, the one who filed the charges. She’s a confused woman who still has tender feelings for Nelson, but basically said the same. Today we’re meeting with the D-Two homicide dicks to set up a mechanism to review the—”
    Squill spun to face us. “No,” he said, “you’re not.”
    Harry said, “Pardon me, Captain?”
    â€œYou’re not doing anything. I’ve spoken with the chief and he agrees this isn’t a psycho case. It stinks of fag revenge killing. We’re dumping the file back to Second District. Your involvement in the Nelson case is officially over.”
    I braced my hands on my knees and leaned forward. “What if it’s not vengeance, but the start of a killing spree?”
    â€œI’m not talking to listen to myself. Dismissed.”
    â€œIt doesn’t fit a vengeance pattern. Here’s what I’m—”
    â€œDid you hear me?”
    â€œLet me finish, Captain. We don’t yet have enough information to decide whether or not this is—”
    Squill spun back to the window. He said, “Get him out of here, Nautilus, I’ve got work to do.”
    I was shaking my head before we hit the hall. “That didn’t make sense. Why pull us before we’ve done an overview? We don’t have the info to decide either way if this is PSIT status. What’s buzzing in his shorts?”
    Harry said, “I got some fresh milk this morning.”
    â€œSpill it.”
    â€œRemember the rumor Chief Hyrum is retiring next year?”
    â€œThumping and bumping, you said.”
    Harry sighed. “I’d never have said that, it doesn’t fit. I said rolling and strolling. Only it’s not next summer, it’s this September.”
    I said, “Two months away. The hatchet jobs have to be done in double time?”
    Harry nodded. “Pop an umbrella; the blood’s gonna fly.”
    â€œThat doesn’t concern us, remember? You told me that.”
    â€œThe only constant is change, bro, you told me that. There’s two deputy chiefs tussling for the job of Big Chief: Belvidere and Plackett. Squill’s hitched his wagon to Plackett’s star, been buttering his biscuits for years. If the commission recommends Plackett for chief, guess who he’ll slip in as a deputy chief?”
    My stomach churned. “Squill?”
    Harry slapped my back. “Now you’re seeing the big picture,Carson. Like Squill, Plackett’s more politico than cop. Guy couldn’t find his ass with a mirror and tongs, but he knows how to work the newsies; Squill gave him pointers about sound bites, eye contact, spinning a story. On the other hand, Belvidere’s a cop. Knows his shit, but has a personality like instant potatoes. A lot of little things add up in the police commission’s selection process, but remember who floated the idea of the PSIT. . . .”
    â€œBelvidere,” I said. “Plackett opposed it.”
    â€œProbably at Squill’s advice,” Harry said. “Push it.”
    â€œIf we do good, it makes Belvidere look good, which steals thunder from Plackett, which works to Squill’s disfavor?”
    â€œHocused and pocused,” Harry said. “Now try and focus.”
    I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, Harry, try it in English.”
    â€œLook hard. Take it one more step.”
    I focused. “In the best